Recent Acquisitions #17
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thelittledogHusband has an exam tomorrow, so we went out in search of black ink cartridges and a cheap watch to replace the one that's in the house 'somewhere'. If only we could find 'somewhere', we'd have everything we've ever lost....
This quest took us to the charity book tables in Tesco's, via WH Smiths and various watch purveyors. In Tesco's, I picked up a copy of an autobiography of a chap called A.H. Halsey that I thought might interest my dad. Who's he? Dad wanted to know. Dunno. Read the book. Find out. Husband prodded me to buy a hardback of a novel by Sandi Toksvig at the same table. It's called Flying Under Bridges and has a fetching picture of a yellow biplane on the dustjacket. Originally priced at £12.99, it's been sold (judging by the stickers) at full price, at £6.99 and now at the bargain price of £1 (50p for swops). The protagonist is forty-five fat and female so there's lots of room there for identification.
In WH Smiths I got bored while he was paying for his black ink cartridges and surfeit of backup pens (no, really, a surfeit) and started poking at the New Scientist book Nothing, on offer at half-price. I vaguely remember NS including a postcard advertising this book with the most recent issue I received (not necessarily the most recent issue fullstop) and being vexed that it wasn't a 'proper' postcard and so I couldn't send it to anybody. It was shiny, with Nothing written across a backdrop of glittery stars. Bit like the book cover, really. Husband saw me looking and promptly bought the book for me. This is something he'd do with anything and everything I ever showed any interest in if I let him--if indeed I didn't stop him with howls of NO I DON'T WANT IT I REALLY DON'T.
Bless.
Now to get this half-price sticker off.
This quest took us to the charity book tables in Tesco's, via WH Smiths and various watch purveyors. In Tesco's, I picked up a copy of an autobiography of a chap called A.H. Halsey that I thought might interest my dad. Who's he? Dad wanted to know. Dunno. Read the book. Find out. Husband prodded me to buy a hardback of a novel by Sandi Toksvig at the same table. It's called Flying Under Bridges and has a fetching picture of a yellow biplane on the dustjacket. Originally priced at £12.99, it's been sold (judging by the stickers) at full price, at £6.99 and now at the bargain price of £1 (50p for swops). The protagonist is forty-five fat and female so there's lots of room there for identification.
In WH Smiths I got bored while he was paying for his black ink cartridges and surfeit of backup pens (no, really, a surfeit) and started poking at the New Scientist book Nothing, on offer at half-price. I vaguely remember NS including a postcard advertising this book with the most recent issue I received (not necessarily the most recent issue fullstop) and being vexed that it wasn't a 'proper' postcard and so I couldn't send it to anybody. It was shiny, with Nothing written across a backdrop of glittery stars. Bit like the book cover, really. Husband saw me looking and promptly bought the book for me. This is something he'd do with anything and everything I ever showed any interest in if I let him--if indeed I didn't stop him with howls of NO I DON'T WANT IT I REALLY DON'T.
Bless.
Now to get this half-price sticker off.
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